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His action caused Lucia to flustered and her lips twitched a bit, forcing herself to smile as if what he did just now was normal and not embarrassing at all to her. Meanwhile, at a different part of the wedding venue, Ashley and Ashton were talking to a few of her former high school friends. They all were stunned to discover that Ashley had married even before Karl and even more astonished when they found out that her husband was Ashton Grey, a clear big shot in the fashion industry. Some of them requested to take pictures with the couple as if now Ashley and her husband were some kinds of celebrities and Ashton kept reminding her friends to not post them online because it would interfere wi

Pamela struggled to hide her groan. Before them stood a shirtless DJ. His left hand clung tightly onto the handle of a tool box. He looked as though he was pulled out from the covers of men's magazines. His strong muscled chest, oily with sweat and his well defined chisel Adonis V was a sight to behold. Ashley swallowed. She had never seen him shirtless. She had never seen him this indecently sexy. “Ashley?” DJ called, surprise filled his tone. “DJ, I think -” A feminine voice called from behind Ashley and Pamela.

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Aria Vale adjusted the ring light one last time, the soft purple glow mixing with the distant sparkle of the Los Angeles skyline visible through her floor-to-ceiling windows. Her apartment in West Hollywood was expensive, minimalist, and paid for entirely by her body. She hit “Go Live” on OnlyFans. “Hey babies,” she purred, voice smooth and seductive as she leaned back in her black gaming chair. The silk robe clung to her curves, barely tied. “Did you miss me tonight?”

But while they were at it, Ashley didn't realise that the people in the coffee shop had been gazing at her and murmuring words but it became obvious when two couples stepped in and whispered words to each other and she overheard one ask " It is her right?" Ashley wondered if she had something on her face. " Is there something on my face, Louisa " she asked anxiously. But Louisa was now also absorbed into her phone. "Ash, come and take a look at this " Louisa, mentioned when she raised her head from her phone. " What's that, "Ashley inquired, and Louisa passed her phone over to her. She saw a headline written: A SLUT CAUSING TROUBLE FOR BOTH FATHER AND SON. REYES 'S WIFE CAUGHT IN AN AFFAIR W

Everyone in the building was shaken. I pressed gauze to the cut on my neck and gave the orders: everyone takes the rest of the day, with mandatory counseling when they’re back. Security was to reinforce entry screening and run full equipment checks. Then I went alone to the ER to have the wound cleaned and give a statement. I was about to leave when my phone rang. “Ms. Harlow, Leo Reyes is Ashley Calloway’s most devoted online fan. He had a grudge against Lucas for separate reasons, but last night the two of them were drinking together until past midnight.”

But where was Adonis though? “Leila!” I looked up at the sound of my name to see Ashley sashaying towards me, her dangerous black bandage dress hugging her huge hips, breasts and waist like a second skin. “Finally, I got you all alone. These guests can’t leave you alone for one second… oh my fucking goodness, is that a real ruby on your neck? Did Neil give this to you?” She gasped, leaning closer to lift it in her fingers. I grinned at the expression on her face. “Yeah.”

Eighteen, broke, and desperate for a way out of her small-town boredom, Lila creates an anonymous OnlyFans account. It’s just supposed to be harmless fun faceless photos, a few flirty videos until she notices one subscriber tipping far more than the rest. His messages are bolder, more intimate, almost as if he knows her. But when Lila discovers who’s behind the screen, her world tilts into dangerous, forbidden territory and she can’t bring herself to log off.

Chelsea asked and I rubbed her back. “They won't do that love," I assured her. “Okay," Chelsea replied, closing the door to my room behind us. We changed our dress to swimming trunks and left the mansion. Walking among the Field grasses, we spot the pool upfront. “I remember you telling me Aysel saw you yesterday," Chelsea said looking at my face. “Yes, she saw me and took a picture of me, then gave it to the reporter, who didn't hesitate to upload it online," I explained, and Chelsea's eyes widened in shock.

Then, the door swung open once more, revealing an agitated Ashley. "Hailey, how could you?" Ashley shrieked, dramatically pulling at her rumpled hair. Ashley Lincoln, a social media sweetheart, was famous for her blog and always made a point of flaunting her achievements in Hailey's face. But this time, Ashley appeared as a hot mess—still beautiful even with her mussed blonde hair, but a mess nonetheless.